you beautiful monster

there it is. that funny feeling.

but the true terror arrives when the bullet doesn’t hit you... but takes out someone you love.

He remembered their godswood; the tall sentinels armoured in their grey-green needles, the great oaks, the hawthorn and ash and soldier pines, and at the centre the heart tree standing like some pale giant frozen in time. He could almost smell the place, earthy and brooding, the smell of centuries, and he remembered how dark the wood had been even by day. That wood was Winterfell. It was the north. I never felt so out of place as I did when I walked there, so much an unwelcome intruder. He wondered if the Greyjoys would feel it too. The castle might well be theirs, but never that godswood. Not in a year, or ten, or fifty. — Tyrion Lannister [A Clash of Kings, Chapter 49 Tyrion XI]

The red leaves of the weirwood were a blaze of flame among the green. Ned Stark’s tree, he thought, and Stark’s wood, Stark’s castle, Stark’s gods. This is their place, not mine. — Theon Greyjoy. [A Clash of Kings, Chapter 56, Theon V]

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Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. If she flung herself from the window, she could put an end to her suffering, and in the years to come the singers would write songs of her grief.

“But the nights are colder now, and doors are closed… It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell. But the old wolf’s dead, and the young one’s gone south to play the game of thrones, and all that’s left us is the ghosts.”                       “The wolves will come again,” Jojen said solemnly.

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